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“Oi! Keep it PG for the kids!” Nash called from across the yard.
“I don’t know what you think is happening, Nash, but no one is getting hot and heavy over here,” Ciara shot back, making the other adults in the vicinity laugh.
“Is that why my daughter has been asking me what Auntie Ciara means when she says she wants to ‘go for a ride’ with her omega?”
I felt Ciara’s wince through the bond. “For all she knows it means I’m going to take Artie for a car ride.”
It most definitely did not mean that if our activities from this morning were any indication.
I’d been asleep in my nest with Enzo when I awoke to a very perky Ciara slipping my half-hard cock into her mouth and…
“Yeah, but I know what it means and it’s far more information than I think I ever wanted to know about your private life with your pack.” I could hear Nash give a loud mock-shudder.
Ciara finished smoothing the suncream into my back and proceeded to wrap her legs around my torso like a koala before responding to her brother-in-law. “And now you know how I’ve felt for the last three years when I’ve heard all about your—”
“Food’s ready!” One of Ciara’s dads bellowed, cutting the increasingly inappropriate conversation off completely.
A veritable stampede of people passed us in their dash for their pickings of hot dogs, hamburgers, steaks, and any other staple that came along with American barbeque.
“I’ll go get you two plates,” Leith said as he pressed a kiss to the side of my head and left us on the lounge to try and fight against the crowd to get some food.
Turning to Ciara who was still wrapped around me, I pressed my lips to her jaw. “Are you going to eat like this?”
“I think I’d like to live like this,” she replied and I could feel her cheeks pull up into a grin underneath my mouth. “But I think I can manage a hot dog without needing to move.”
“I’d make a dick joke, but I think I might get scolded by someone if I do,” Wiz said as he flopped down onto the lounge next to us, two plates in hand. “I come bearing a gift from Leith who is still fighting against the throng to try and get his own food.”
I felt Ciara reluctantly untangle herself from me and accept one of the plates.
“Fork,” Wiz said, handing me a brightly colored plastic piece of cutlery. “Leith put baked beans at ten o’clock, potato salad at two, and some chips at six. The hot dog I’m pretty sure you can figure out, but it’s across the center.”
The desire to grumble that he didn’t need to direct me to what was on my plate was strong, but I tamped down on it before it could escape.
He meant well—they all did—but while I loved that Ciara and Wiz were now a part of their pack it just meant that there were two new people to constantly hover over me and worry about my eyesight.
It was one of the reasons that I hadn’t told them that it was getting worse. Sometimes it felt like I woke up every day and the darkness at the edges of my vision was bleeding in more and more.
I didn’t need Enzo getting the idea that it was dangerous for me to skate—not when Ciara and I had finally hit our stride.
The laser eye surgery that was supposed to alleviate some of the pressure in my eyes was scheduled for a week after the invitational, so we just needed to make it to the invitational without my worrywart of an alpha losing it.
“Thank you,” I told Wiz, digging into my food with a gusto. American food was, as a whole, more flavorful than most things in the UK—though I had to say I did miss a hearty English breakfast at times. Too much of the American breakfast foods were overly sweet and always seemed to make me feel a bit sticky no matter how careful I was.
The heavy head of a dog dropped into my lap, nearly making me drop my plate.
“None for you,” I told Lucky, who just whined. We’d brought both dogs and while Charm was doing her job, Lucky was, as always, unemployed. “You’re better off seeing if one of the babies drops something.”
Lucky let out a huff as if he understood my words exactly and trotted off in the direction of the food.
A moment later I heard the squeal of one of the toddlers. “Bad doggy! My food!”
“That dog is too smart for his own good,” Wiz said with a laugh as he reached past me and snagged a bite of food off of Ciara’s plate.
“Last week it took me until he brought me nearly every shoe in the house to understand that he was asking for a walk,” Enzo said as he dropped down behind me and pressed his soaking wet chest to my bare back.
“That’s freezing,” I gasped trying to push the chilly alpha away from me before he could leak chlorinated water all over my food, grumbling when he snagged my hot dog off of the plate and took what I could only assume was a massive bite. “Oi! Get your own plate.”
“Sharing is caring, babe.” Enzo sounded completely pleased with himself as he held the hot dog up for me to take a bite. “Remember yesterday when you ate half of my bag of potato chips?”
